Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Swans,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.